life outside the comfort zone

***Note: I wrote this a few weeks after Part I. I just suck as posting when I’ve written stuff. Forgive me? Awesome.*** I thought things were complicated at my old job. Medical devices, in Switzerland, paperwork and processes, checklists and

***Note: I wrote this a few weeks after Part I. I just suck as posting when I’ve written stuff. Forgive me? Awesome.*** I thought things were complicated at my old job. Medical devices, in Switzerland, paperwork and processes, checklists and

I recently quit my job. This led to a job search because I enjoy eating food and buying my son Legos. The job search included many technical writing, copy writing and horse riding positions. The last one I may have

I recently quit my job. This led to a job search because I enjoy eating food and buying my son Legos. The job search included many technical writing, copy writing and horse riding positions. The last one I may have

We hadn’t even been inside for more than a minute when the headmistress, Anita, scolded us for doing something wrong. She had already told Little Guy that we would be going to the shoe room to leave our jackets and

We hadn’t even been inside for more than a minute when the headmistress, Anita, scolded us for doing something wrong. She had already told Little Guy that we would be going to the shoe room to leave our jackets and

“OK, now you’re not wearing a diaper, so when you have to go peepee, you have to tell us and we’ll run to the bathroom.” “Uh-huh,” he smiles while heavily breathing, because, frankly, he’s always breathing heavily. Thirteen seconds later.

“OK, now you’re not wearing a diaper, so when you have to go peepee, you have to tell us and we’ll run to the bathroom.” “Uh-huh,” he smiles while heavily breathing, because, frankly, he’s always breathing heavily. Thirteen seconds later.

Dear biological parents, Do you think about me? I think about you. I don’t have any memories of you, just what my mind invents. And what I’ve been told. Of a small apartment in a big city. Two older brothers

Dear biological parents, Do you think about me? I think about you. I don’t have any memories of you, just what my mind invents. And what I’ve been told. Of a small apartment in a big city. Two older brothers

My fickle pickiness about not eating foods that are messy doesn’t come without exceptions. The messiest thing that I absolutely love to eat is mango. Fresh, ripe mango is a wonderful momentary escape to sweet tropical sunsets and the sound of

My fickle pickiness about not eating foods that are messy doesn’t come without exceptions. The messiest thing that I absolutely love to eat is mango. Fresh, ripe mango is a wonderful momentary escape to sweet tropical sunsets and the sound of